Pegging Sir?

My Sinful Sunday addition is an image I found in the archives. Rather than me actually pegging Sir, not something I believe would ever happen (though if he requested that of me I’d do my best) I’m spelling out the word Sir in pegs. On my breasts. For him.

Following on from my MMF he’d asked me to try something new- a request that often features in my tasks. And as an avid fan of body writing I decided to take it upon myself to write on myself in pegs. Though these little pleasure grips had featured previously it had never been en masse. I took the picture, and again after I removed them. The little red welts spelling out SIR beautifully. Sadly the quality of the image isn’t great to share, though Sir was happy.

I love looking through my drive, and my emails.

Retracing my time with Sir and friends. Some happy, some less so. I have lovely feedback from friends about how they’ve enjoyed seeing our memories through my eyes. We chat about shared moments, and good times. I’ve only had one person upset that my memories don’t make theirs. I’m sure it wasn’t his intention, but his challenge, coupled with years of gaslighting by P have led me to doubt myself. To check, double check, triple check my conversations and images. Messaging friends to see if the tales which are coming up are actually true or not.

To fact check myself.

Aside from the discomfort as the voice in the back of my head got louder, I believe it is important to share accurately so fact checking is a great thing. And it’s healthy too, if I can. My fresher memories- like Scavenging with SWL- are easier, but 3+ years back they are easier to doubt. But no matter, because I have dug in super deep and am now confident to continue.

And share this image of me pegging Sir onto my breasts, for his entertainment.

Plus, I’ve found pictures for a whole new set of memories which will be coming to you very soon.

Pegging Sir is the next part of my story, and you can continue that tale here: Boobs and Rope: Making CC Smile.